CHERUB: The Killing - Robert Muchamore

CHERUB: The Killing - Robert Muchamore

1. UNIFORM

For the past three years George Stein has worked as an economics teacher at the exclusive Trinity Day school near Cambridge. Recently, information has come to light suggesting that Stein may have links with the environmental terrorist group Help Earth. (Excerpt from CHERUB mission briefing for Callum Reilly and Shakeel ‘Shak’ Dajani.)

JUNE 2005

It was a fine day and this part of Cambridge had the whiff of serious money. The immaculate lawns were coiffured by professional gardeners and James drooled over the expensive lumps of German metal parked on the driveways. He was walking with Shakeel and both boys felt self-conscious in the summer uniform of Trinity school. It consisted of a white shirt, a tie, grey trousers with orange piping, an orange and grey blazer and matching felt cap.

‘I’m telling you,’ James moaned, ‘even if you sat down and tried really hard, I don’t think you could come up with a way to make this uniform look any dumber.’

‘I dunno, James. Maybe we could have partridge feathers sticking out of the hats or something.’

Shak couldn’t help seeing the funny side of James’ discomfort. ‘You can’t blame Callum for pulling out of the mission at the last minute. It’s that stomach bug that’s going around campus.’

James nodded. ‘I had it last week. I was barely off the bog for two whole days.’

Shak looked at his watch for the millionth time. ‘We need to up the pace.’

‘What’s the big deal?’ James asked.

‘This isn’t some London comprehensive full up with scummy little Arsenal fans like you,’ Shak explained. ‘Trinity is one of the top fee-paying schools in the country and the pupils aren’t allowed to wander around the corridors whenever it suits them. Our arrival’s got to coincide with the changeover between third and fourth periods, when there’s hundreds of other kids moving around.’

James nodded. ‘Gotcha.’

Shak looked at his watch for the millionth and first time as they cut into a cobbled alleyway that was barely wide enough for a single car.

‘Come on, James.’

‘I’m trying,’ James said. ‘But I’m seriously gonna rip the arse out of these trousers if I’m not careful.’

Once they’d cut between two large houses, the alleyway opened out into a run-down park with knee-high grass and a set of tangled swings. To the boys’ left stood a chain-link fence topped with barbed wire, behind which lay the grounds of Trinity Day. The main gates were carefully monitored during school hours, so this was their only way in.

Shak wandered through the long grass next to the fence, placing his shoe carefully to avoid turds and litter, as he searched for an entry point made by an MI5 operative the previous night. He found the flap cut in the wire behind the trunk of a large tree. Shak lifted it, doffed his cap and attempted a snooty accent. ‘After you James, my good man.’

James fed his backpack and hat through the gap, before sliding under. He stood with his back against the tree and brushed dirt off his uniform, while Shak followed.

‘All set?’ James asked, as he slung his backpack over his shoulder. It weighed a ton and the equipment inside clattered around.

‘Cap,’ Shak reminded him.

James let out a little gasp as he leaned forward and picked the cap out of the grass. A claxon sounded inside the school building a couple of hundred metres away, indicating a lesson change.

‘OK, let’s shift,’ Shak said.

The boys broke out from behind the tree and began jogging across a rugby pitch towards the school building. As they did, they noticed a groundskeeper striding purposefully towards them from the opposite end of the field.

‘You two,’ he bellowed.

Because James had been pulled on to the mission at the last minute to replace Callum, he’d only had time to skim through the mission briefing. He looked uneasily at Shak for guidance.

‘Don’t sweat it,’ Shak whispered. ‘I’ve got it covered.’

The groundskeeper intercepted the boys near a set of rugby posts. He was a fit looking fellow with thinning grey hair, dressed in workman’s boots and a grubby overall.

‘Exactly what do you think you’re doing out here?’ he demanded pompously.

‘I was reading under the tree at lunchtime,’ Shak explained, pointing backwards with his thumb. ‘I left my cap behind.’

‘You know the rules of the school, don’t you?’

Shak and James both looked confused.

‘Don’t try playing the fool with me, you know as well as I do. If you’re not attending a lesson, a